Thursday, December 13, 2007

Im in tha club hollerina bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bayIm in tha club hollerin

[The Game:]You can find me in tha a bay bayBuckin full of cry-stale V.I.Ped upGoin hard in body tap where they throw that cheeze upI been about my paper niggas know about my stackYou dont like that dirty money send yo girl to wipe me downMillion dollars on my neck and wrist shine for a mileShe wanna see it up close then she gotta walk it outIm tha king of this rap shit what the fuck they talkin boutNiggas cant sell records so they blame it on tha SouthI be all through Shreve-port Louisiana ballinLike who the fuck said aint no choppers in New OrleansMy rims so clean they spinnin like a world-windPull up at the club bitches textin they girlfriendsThey know who i is they know who i amI be flyin through the south in that burgundy landPull up at the light my shit so brightShe want my number shit call me tonightPick up the phone like

[Hurricane Chris:]Well its the H to tha U double R I C-A-N to tha E Get em up, Get em up, Get em up likeA bay bay thats what we say when we pull up in them trucksTell my label to cut the check ima gone spend it upOn the bentley painted yellow like a baby school bus26's make em stop when i pull upAnd my pants sag low like i was rockin a pull-upWhen i stop and i pull up ima be already full of VodkaI keep that in my cup a bay bay on make me bussaAnd if you try to take my chain ima snatch yo face offI got diamonds in my ear the same size as baseballsWhere they at they lost i dont thank they on my levelLil mama thank ima bite her with this alligator sweaterA bay bay was just the beginning im finna run tha gameWhoever feel different can holla at HurricaneWanna be talkin but heavy itenary break up yo chest if you runnin yo mouthAnd every since i dropped that a bay bay i been runnin the South

Im in tha club hollerina bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bayIm in tha club hollerin

[Baby - Birdman:]Say that red hat them red b's white b's23's out the Bentley and we stay flyhunded g's p-r-p's hum v'sWe d boys getting money on dem 25's5 star and that's me a O GIm from the three tha thirteenth off the wild sideMy young G and he a beast the carter 3That's more stuntin but we hustlin like its do or die

A bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bay, a bay bayIm in tha club hollerin

[Anne Locc - Hurricane Chris's Mom:]Ratchet dancing cross the floor you know the g-wayHollerin uuhh up on the mic with the djIm with my G's and my thugs and my essaysHidin 'hind the shades I been up for bout three daysCut with curls in my hair got my L's in tha airWiastin drank everywhere cuz I cuz I don't careWith my niggas out that lava and you know we bad offWe the ones up in tha cut with them blunts that make you coughChewed all the way down from my head to my feetI cant feel my face so please don't speakYou wanna know what we do when the club get packedToss my set raise my shirt show that tat up on my back

[Jadakiss:]Yo look at any game 50 large is what I came with25 for bottles 25 to make it rain withThis aint reggie miller ma this is cush and haze mixedDon't sit there and lie to me you aint never taste thisHope the Lord forgive me gave my Jesus piece a face-liftStones is doin the y-toosie in the braceletAint no stopping that I be where the gwap is atExcuse me I be wherever its poppin atNow im on the dance floor iced out lights outWifebeater true religion shorts and my nikes outDrinkin out the bottle talking much shit DutchletEvery bunny with an arms reach wanna touch kissYes and when I leave they all following just cuz I was in the club hollerin